As I empty the contents of my soul
Into your cup so dark
I get a last chance to find what lies
Embedded in my heart
And what I see is a heart tainted
By the pains of my past
And this pain, I hope is gone forever
Though some pain will always last
So drink deeply my soul and heart
Eroded by the weather
My mind which used to seem to be
Lighter than a bluejay's feather
Drink deeply the contents of your cup
In which my soul may lie
My soul is trapped but I know
Forever is not goodbye
I need a title for my poem. Any suggestions? mrgreen
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